Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hoover to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.